Rocking the Atmosphere Chapter 7

"Birds of a feather flock together. That's what my mother always said," Deema pursed her small pink lips, "That's why I always hung out with Oona and Molly. I knew they were my friends because I knew they wouldn't pressure me into doing things I wouldn't wanna do. Or distract me from what's really important. Especially when it comes to being dedicated to your music instead of the fame that comes with it-"

"I am dedicated to my music," Goby interrupted, feeling slightly offended that the blonde would even suggest that, "It's my life. My soul."

The two had become comfortable on Deema's bare mattress, sitting face to face to ensure proper eye contact.

"Really now? If you were dedicated you and your "partner in crime" wouldn't have been eying up my friends and I, but working on songs instead."

"Gil tends to procrastinate, a lot. We all like to write together, but he never wants to take the time unless Marcus forces him to," Goby uncomfortably scratched the back of his neck, feeling flame flare in his cheeks once more.

Deema shook her head, "No excuses. You may be a team,but everyone is liable for their actions. Especially the leader."

"Yeah, but-"

"No buts! Seats are for butts!" Deema bellowed, "You can't just let you're leader do whatever he wants! And you especially can't let him represent you! You are you, not Gil!"

Goby was becoming a bit irritated. Instead of talking about his issue, more shots were being fired at him quicker than he could dodge. It wasn't necessarily the first time that something like this had happened, and the dark skinned male was already tired of it. He didn't want to be any more rude than he already seemed, but he couldn't take it anymore.

"What do you expect," the male growled with irritation, "You don't think I've been trying to be the better person and be myself? You don't think I try to convince Gil to stop picking on Molly? You don't think it hurts to be completely rejected in the music industry just because you don't want to screw with a girl?!"

Deema was taken back by the male's rage. Though it was unintentionally scaring her, she decided to be the slightest bit understanding. If she had gone through something similar to that, she'd be angry too. The blonde could tell by how intensively Goby stood up and started clenched his fists that he was bothered by it.

"I have been humiliated! I've been ignored! I've been literally kicked to the curb so many times just because I don't fit the stupid stereotypes people try to pin on me!"

The male's head sank as he leaned slowly against the Orange wall. He hit the ground with frustrastration, "I'm just that stupid black side character that adds color to the group-"

The blonde never realized how hard it was for Goby, and possibly every other person who faces such discrimination. He was such a sweet person, compared to what people expected him to be. And here she was, an adorable little blonde who 'literally had fame handed to her', as some tabloids said. This made Deema feel unbearably guilty. A few minutes ago, she was categorized as one of the people who judged the African American before even knowing him. It was so...unfair. And she wouldn't let it go on any longer.

The blonde approached the dark skinned male, crouching to his feral position form on the ground, "Listen Goby, I will never know what type of pain you've endured in your life, and probably never will. But all I know is that you've come too far just to throw in the towel now."

She took a seat next to him, watching his head slowly lift from his lap.

"Its always hard being 'second best', believe me, I know. But that doesn't stop me from working hard to get to the top. Molly is almost like Gil. She's bold, determined, a leader, and always calls the shots, yet she's never too controlling. She still makes mistakes, but ashe always fixes them. We all have our moments of glory. You should too."

"You're right," Goby admitted, feeling defeated.

"How many solo songs have you written in you're entire career?"

"Three."

"Three?" Deema repeated, with slight surprise, "Thats it?"

"Like I said, we write songs together but Gil likes to take credit for practically all of them," the cocoa colored man looked down.

Deema's eyebrows furrowed with disbelief, "What the hell? You just let that happen? You actually let him control the songs?"

"Its not like I can do much, Marcus said that the fans like them so much, it's just best to leave everything as it is.."

"Bullcrap!" Deema wailed with minimal control of her frustration, "This is completely unacceptable! No offense, but you need to man up! Show that blue haired control freak how you feel about that!"

"Gil's my best friend! I don't want to steal his thunder!"

The blue eyed female stood, dragging her bummed band mate with her, "You wouldn't have to steal it if he didn't hog it."

Goby gave another look of hesitation.

"C'mon, Goby. You only get one chance to be famous! Make the best of it," Deema then realized how torn the bassist appeared to be, just by the sullen look in his eyes, "All you have to do is out rank him. Only a little, so your fans can see the true you!"

"Even if I wanted to grab the attention, how would I? Everyone knows how shadowy I can be."

The yellowed haired keyboardist tapped her chin with an orange nailed finger, pondering for a moment before receiving a light bulb. She giggled, "Isn't it obvious? Do what we're supposed to do as celebrities. You have so many ideas after all. It's the perfect way to break of your comfort zone and get wild-!"

"Wild is like my antonym, " the male admitted, rubbing the back of his neck once more, "I don't think I can pull it off-"

Deema allowed a playful grin to spread across her rosy cheeks, "I can help you!"

Heat boiled inside of Goby's dark skin, his stomach twisted into a million knots, "You will?"

"Yeah," she paused, "Well, why not? I need help with song writing, and you have a creative mind! You need help with your image, and I'm just crazy! It's a win-win for everybody!"

Goby smiled for the second time that day. His day was finally starting to turn out the way he wanted it to. He eagerly raced out of the room and own, literally flipping his bed over just to find his bass. Just as he was rushing up the stairs, he nearly bumped into Gil, who was pestering Molly for something the dark skinned male didn't care about. Just as he slammed the bright door shut, a look of amusement decorated the blue haired leader's face, "Go get her, Gobes."

The two young adults sat facing on Deema's bare bed. The blonde had her keyboad sitting in front of her, while Goby held his bass in his lap.

"After we saw you guys perform in Texas, I had a great idea for a western song. I have the beginning, but I can't come up with a decent way to play it," Goby mused, plucking a few strings on his instrument.

The blonde tilted her head, becoming confused with his words, "How so?"

The male pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. The slip displayed 6 measures worth of notes. Eighteen years of being in the music industry had taught them how to master sight singing.

Deema smoothed out the coffee stained paper and read over the notes. While doing so, her manicured fingers danced across the smudged keys with emphasis the accents commanded her to play. Her fiercely-smooth voice sang the solfege scale before attempting to translate the scribbles.

Her voice reminded Goby a lot of Avril Lavigne, or maybe Ke$ha mashed with a Lady Gaga. Either way, her melodious voice echoed over the annoying thrum of the male's heartbeat in his own ears.

"Interesting," Deema complimented, "Its a good start. I think we can make it work. Personally, I think this would be perfect as the harmony. Its so catchy, it should make the song memorable. Now do you have any ideas for lyrics?"

"Not a bit," Goby chuckled.

"Hmm," the slim female rubbed her chin again, "well, our new album is supposed to be about what everyone goes through in youth."

Deema huffed, "Ugh! I'm drawing a blank! I'm usually able to think of lyrics quicker than this!"

The two continued to work for the rest if the day. They collaborated on lyrics, as well as other song ideas. They talked for hours and hours on end. Sharing old memories of fame in the form of hushed whispers and giggles. As if they have been friends for years.

"And after the fan jumped onto the stage, security tried to tackle her, but I stopped them, and let her sing the next song with us," Goby explained as Deem sat proudly on her mattress with crossed legs, "She looked so excited, I swear she started crying the minute she looked at me."

The blonde laughed heartilly, "The one time the girls and I left a hotel without security, we were literally chased all the way back to our room by a mob! They broke the chain lock on out door, so we had to hold it down until the manager called the cops!"

"You wouldn't beleive some of the things these people would do. I had one who sent me a necklace out of her old baby teeth."

The blonde giggled, "You think that's bad? A guy tried to marry a cardboard cutout of me! And have kids with it!"

"Gross !" The dark skinned male chuckled, covering his partially red face for a moment, "fans are weird, but I have to admit, we wouldn't be famous without them."

"I wouldn't be -anything- without them. I wouldn't be anything if it weren't for Molls and Oona either. They helped me through so much, the least I could do is help them get to the top."

The two couldn't help but feel a strong connection. Not physically (atleast not at the moment) , but mentally. They've both had their share of suffering. Suffering that has yet to be told due to lack of trust, but was secretly linked in their minds. Deema felt her heart thump relentlessly in her chest. An alien twinge bubbled in the pit if her stomach, while her rosy red cheeks warmed. Out of all the boys she had to be around, this one guy didn't gain her hatred, but her platonic liking. After only a short conversation, she knew how much of a passionate musician he was. And how kind and gentle his nature was. To be honest, it set Deema's heart on fire. Besides his insides, his delicious choclate colored skin, sharp jaw, and large brown eyes attracted her in ways she forgot she could feel. It was a strange feeling, and the blond tried to desperately make it leave, but couldn't help but let it bubble in her gut.

The talking continued into the wee hours of the night. The two new "friends" had skipped lumch and dinner just for the sake to stay together. Around 11pm, Goby departed, staggering out of the room as if Cupid had struck him in the chest with a love arrow.

As her door shut, Deema fell back, feeling her body anxiously tingle, though not a single part of her body was touched. The blonde's heart wouldn't stop thumping, and lust rushed through her veins like it was a drug.

"God, what's wrong with me," the girl asked herself, gazing at her flustered appearance in the nearby mirror. She let out a staggered breath, "what's this feeling? I only talked to the guy for, like, a day. Ugh, my stomach feels weird."

"I can't be in..ew, love? No, love is for losers..."

Deema couldn't figure out what was happening to her. She never felt this way before, even when she was dating her ex, she never felt this way towards him like she does for Goby. It was confusing, and scary. Yet arousing in some many ways that she couldn't understand.

Love and lust were two different things, and for the first time ever, Deema was experiancing both.

Another chappie done! I hope you guys liked it! We still have some time to go before the tour, but these next few chapters will be solely Doby related! Lets see how these two bond, and develop a close relationship as second-best band members! Amber, out!